Lyrics:
the checkbook balanced
I decorate your palace
You know I used to think that you were king
Somewhere down deep I know you really love me
But you can't see that
me a lovely day.
Moonlight gives me the Milky Way.
Got no checkbooks, got no banks,
Still I'd like to express my thanks;
I've got the sun in
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh, yes tell
goodbye all you punks
Stay young and stay high
Hand me my checkbook
And I'll crawl out to die
But like a woman in childbirth
Grown ugly in a flash
the checkbook balanced
I decorate your palace
You know I used to think that you were king
Somewhere down deep I know you really love me
But you can't see that
uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in
closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh,
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Oh, yes tell
a checkbook
But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?"
Well it all looks great
Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains
The light is
She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
A checkbook queen who had a manager well
And a bedroom,
Work sucks when your busting your butt
Just to come up short at the end of the month
And it?s bad when your checkbook?s sad
And you can?t party hard
checkbooks, got no banks
Still I'd like to express my thanks
I got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night
And with the sun in the morning
And the moon in
Moonshine gives me the Milky Way
Got no checkbook, got no bank
Still I'd like to express my thanks
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
the bitch checkbook,
I didn't get mad
'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash.
I broke it down to her,
She gave me the dough;
Do you
the bitch checkbook
I didn't get mad
Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash
I broke it down to her
She gave me the dough
Do you remember
Way.
Got no checkbooks, got no banks,
Still, I'd like to express my thanks
I've got the sun in the morning
And the moon at night.
And with
of the Opera on the low where your clique be
He feel his flow deep down in your artery
Peep her man's checkbook (uh) that's where his heart'll be
'6 Minutes
And we talkin' bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money
Than a sucker, could ever spend
But I couldn't give a what about them cats you with
Get your
the company checkbook
You quick on the draw"
He smiled and said, "Stranger,
For me that goes double
'Cause west of the Fontainebleau
I am the law"
of the Opera on the low where your clique be
He feel his flow deep down in your artery
Peep her man's checkbook (uh) that's where his heart'll be
+6 Minutes
uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in
room
Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
You home all day, you stuck on your Mac book
I'm gone all day I'm chasing that checkbook
I'm stoned all
such a fine day
Hey, hey, it's a fine day
I hope to hear you headin' my way
Hey, hey, it?s a fine day
Checkbook on another fine day
Hey, hey, it?s
bitch got bold opened a bank account
When I found the bitch checkbook
I didn't get mad
Cause there was no doubt that
I be gettin' the cash i broke it down
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